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Melbourne noodles and guns |
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Monday, 20 November 2006 |
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 Last Monday I flew to Melbourne for the day to attend a few meetings. David and John from work came with me. I woke at 3:30am and didn't get back home until 10pm. That's a day that is waaaay too long. The trip over was uneventful other than the fact that I flew with Qantas and they still serve food. I didn't know that! Melbourne cabs are disgusting. One of them looked great from outside, all new and stuff, but inside it was a disgrace. There was even a great big grease patch on the roof lining where the big guy that drove it rubbed his dirty hair. In between meetings we did a tour of T's new Intergration lab where they test all of the cool new stuff that's going into the new network, and the GOC where they monitor the global networks. The GOC was amazing, hundreds of people all sitting in a huge version of a Nasa control room with massive display screens covering an area of about six drive in screens. You view it from a mezzanine viewing area but only after the guide dude presses a button that turns the frosted glass wall into clear glass by electrickery revealing all the people below. Noodles and guns? That was at Tullamarine airport on the way back. The noodle guy that cooked my tea had an accident and wooshed some other guys tea all over the stove. The other guy got really upset and demanded his money back. I was in no rush so I thought it was just funny. Then David had to go through the metal detector thingy so he took off his steel toed shoes and put them on the machine to be xray'd. John and I walked on ahead until all hell broke loose. A big blue light started to flash and an earth shattering siren went off. We spun around to see security guys rushing to the xray machine. We thought it was cool until we realised they were rushing at Dave. He said that the xray screen was flashing a picture of a gun. The lady just pressed a few buttons and the screen cleared, the light went out, the siren stopped and the big guys went back to checking out the pretty girls. We still havn't worked out how to fire Dave's shoes.
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